"So of course I asked him in, and showed him over, and all my improvements and that. And he rubbed his hands and chuckled, and said how cosy and comfie, and hoped I should live to enjoy it as long as I liked. And after that he asked how mannikin was getting on, and if he might see him, and said that was really why he came, and the reason of his disguise. So I took him myself. And he gave him quite a nice little talking to on being good and not spiteful and that; and said if he didn't try to escape perhaps the King would let him out some day. But mannikin behaved shockingly and cuddled away in the corner, nibbling his nut, and giggled till I was really quite ashamed." And when Baby remembered that, and the Commander-in-Chief standing in the door of the boot-hole in his parson's clothes and cocked hat talking pi, she laughed like anything. But Tiny just said nothing. So Baby babbled on, "And after that he shook hands, and said he could feel happy about me now--Wasn't it nice of him? And he took off his cocked hat, and went down the road, whistling. So you see he's quite a reformed character." And she laid her hand on Tiny's arm, and twinkled up at him, and said slowly, "I--almost--wish----" Then she looked in her pocket, and cried, "But O! I forgot. I was to give this writing to Captain Tiny with his _dear_ love. So you see, Tiny, he can forgive." But Tiny said nothing, and took the writing. And it was in pencil on some greasy paper that had folded a dead fish: for St Jack was good at insults if he was good at nothing else. And the writing ran, _I paid u one for your snuk. This pays u for your share in Goliuf. And I will pay u one more yet because I love u so._ _How?_ _Ha!_ _SAINT JACK._ _P.S.--I have got orders from the King to burn down Cosy Cottage before night, because I told him it had been lived in by swines, who had had swine-fever. So clear out at once or sooner._ 31 Then Tiny wound round Baby, and walked her up and down in the road under the yew-hedge, where nobody could see, only Methuselah, who didn't matter, and told her all about it very tenderly. And when Baby heard that, she went quite pale, and leaned on Tiny, so that he wound round very tight indeed. But all she said was, "Pooh! move to another Fort!--what's it matter?--means a change of house--that's all." Only when she got back to the garden, and saw her little home so cosy under creepers, and the two windows in front so neat and nice, with tiny white curtains with waists that she'd put up herself that morning, and the one behind, with nothing yet, but soon would have, and everybody so busy and happy and good, she did blink a bit. And when Tiny saw that, he said in her ear, "You poor old duck, you!" But Baby just hopped and cried, "Pah!--I hate this little dog-hole. Not enough room to swing a cat in. Thankful to be shut of it."